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The Two Companions - 3
by Rondori (godan5@comcast.net)
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COMMENTS = Using the characters and setting of the TV
series "Firefly" and the movie "Serenity" Post BDM: in
which Inara teaches a couple of novices the tricks of
the trade. This is the story of a very high-class
courtesan set in a far off solar-system called the
'verse' which was settled by Terra-forming colonists
who arrived in vast colony ships two centuries before
when earth's ecosystem failed. (Mf, ped, intr, v, sci-
fi, parody)
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PART 3
(In which River presses her attentions on the new
Companion and winds up on her backside)(not much sex
this episode but it's coming)
Inara and Jorge came down the steps into Serenity's
cargo bay to face the scrutiny of the crew assembled in
a rough semicircle to gawk at the new arrival. Zoë,
Simon and Kaylee were there in friendly curiosity while
Jane stood with his arms crossed in annoyance that the
companion was a male while Mal was just plain annoyed
that here was another non-paying mouth to fill with
food and air.
Mal opened with "Great, other useless, broke, fancy
pants, core-worlder on the run; just what we need."
Kaylee interrupted. "Now wait a minute Captain, I'm
sure that he has his good qualities." Less sure of
herself, she added "You do, don't cha? By the way, I'm
Kaylee Frye, ships' mechanic."
"Hello, I'm Simon Tam, ships' doctor. Are you from
Shinon, like Inara?"
Jorge responded "My name is Jorge Mayweather. It's true
that I came from House Madrassa but I was born in
space. My people were spacers since before we left
Earth-That-Was. Mayweathers were ship's crew on the
colony ships. My family took our flight and settlement
bonus and built and operated some of the first 'verse'
transport ships."
Jane was obviously not impressed. "Mayweather, eh; no
wonder ya turned out sly."
Jorge gave a small grin. "It's Jane isn't it? No, I am
defiantly not sly. You of all people should know that
what your name is or what you do as part of your job
does not define who you are. But I am highly qualified
in that aspect of my profession if that is what you are
interested in."
"Bull, Mayweather, sly is as sly does no matter what."
Jane responded with his hands tightening on the bulging
biceps of his crossed arms.
"Jane, I can tell that you did time. Is what you did
there define what you are now?"
Jane suddenly flushed in embarrassment. "Who told you
about that?"
"You just did." And the bay erupted in laughter. Jorge
reached into his rucksack to produce a bunch of fresh
plantains and a bottle of 60 year old rum. "Let's
continue this in the galley and then you can decide
whether to space me or not."
After Jorge had prepared a delicious meal of plantains
and saffron rice, they started eating and passing
around the rum.
Zoe spoke first. "I'm Zoe Washburn, First Mate. Are you
any kin to the blockade running Mayweathers of the
'Cutty Sark' what got hulled over Shadow at the
beginning of the war?"
Jorge was suddenly very sober. "Yes, that was my family
and I was the only survivor. My cousins and siblings
used to have races to don our EV suits and I always
won. I wished I was slower for a long time afterwards.
The feds picked me up out of the wreckage and then sold
me into slavery because I was too young to go into the
detention camps."
The table went silent as everyone acknowledged that
here was someone else who had suffered as the result of
the war. Zoë just reached over and silently hugged
Jorge.
Kaylee broke the silence. "Slavery, how did ya get outa
that?"
"Well, I always was a good cook. A traveling recruiter
from House Madarassa tasted one of my meals at a rim
world tavern and promptly bought out my contract and
brought me back to cook at the House. It was only later
that I tested for Companion."
Mal spoke up. "Ok, Mr. Mayweather, I'm glad to shake
the hand of anybody from the Cutty Sark. The way those
hun-dans drilled your ship without even a warning shot
was what got me to join up with the browncoats in the
first place."
Jorge reached over. "And I'm proud to shake the hand of
anyone who was at Serenity Valley. Is it true that you
jumped into that hellhole?"
"Jumped? Zoë and I were pathfinders. We HALO (High
Altitude-Low Opening) ed from 20 klicks up and opened
or chutes at just under one third klick to get under
their radar. We set up the beacons for the first space-
borne wave of the Overlanders to take the high ground
at the Valley. Our motto was 'Fall like a cannonball,
strike like a bayonet."
"20 klicks?" Jorge exclaimed. "Don't you need oxygen
for that?"
"Nah." Zoë answered. "If you just hold your breath in a
head down, streamlined attitude, terminal velocity at
over 300 KPH will get ya into breathing air before you
have to take another breath. We were jumping Fireflies
back then and that's why the Cap here bought Serenity
after the war."
Jane interrupted. "Oh great, more space-borne stories,
pretty soon Mal n' Zoë are gonna be singing "Blood upon
the risers and doing parachute landing falls off the
galley table!"
"Oh no, they won't!" Simon interjected. "The last time
that happened, I used up all of my sprain medicine and
we were fixing furniture for a week."
Mal spoke up. "If you were a rebel and Inara was for
Union how did you wind up friends with her?"
Inara laughed. "You should have seen the fights we
had!"
Jorge quipped "I still have scars from the things she
threw at me!"
Just then River stepped down from the cockpit "Not just
fights but hurts deeper than scars."
Inara suddenly lost her gaiety but hid it with her
drink.
Mal turned. "And this little mistress of the non
sequitur is our pilot River Tam, lucky albatross and
little sis to the Doc."
Jorge looked up and the sight caught him like a blow;
this was the superwoman that so many Alliance agents
had been seeking until Miranda had changed the 'Verse'.
She was so small and lovely and yet her bearing and
grace spoke volumes to the dancer and martial artist in
him. Jorge was a natural empath, being able to read
emotion in clients and opponents as well but here was
sensitivity itself.
Mal and Zoë were warriors but here was Kali and Shiva
in the flesh. He was Scarlatti to her Mozart and he
knew it. Her combination of innocence, genius, beauty
and the promise of her ripening sexuality set of a wave
of desire in his subconscious. Her next words
completely floored him.
"Maestre, will you dance to the birimbau and the tam-
tam with me some time?"
On River's part she saw the good looks and read the
dancer, fighter, lover and adventurer within but the
images, sounds and smells of lovemaking that flitted
through his brain and the desire that flooded out of
his subconscious produced a resonance which flushed her
skin and made her nostrils flare. An older and more
experienced woman would have recognized these feelings
and ascribed them to just lust and infatuation.
However, lust and infatuation were new emotions for
River and though she understood them emotionally and
had eavesdropped on them in other peoples skulls, this
was the first time that she owned the emotions and they
rocked her to the core. Unfortunately, her
unfamiliarity with the emotions provoked flight or
fight responses. She picked Caproerea out of his
psyche; the images and memories intrigued the dancer
and martial artist in her and thus the challenge.
Mal, Jane, Kaylee and Simon didn't notice anything in
the exchange but Zoë did and she folded her arms and
considered shooting Jorge on general principle while
Inara just murmured into her drink. "Oh Lordy, here we
go."
The next afternoon, ships time, the crew was gathered
around to watch the entertainment on the clear area of
the ship's cargo deck. The betting in ship chores was
running heavily on the ships favorite: River, but Inara
was backing Jorge even though she was unsure of the
outcome.
Inara consented to play the birimbau and Jane's
experience on the bongos was put into use on the tam-
tam after Jorge taught him the beat. After preliminary
ceremonies and stretches River in tight t-shirt and
drawstring pants and Jorge in just pants began dancing
and weaving around each other with mock feints in order
to judge each others' responses. River tried to 'read'
Jorge but all she could see was her own self in his
eyes along with a vague sense of loving protection and
a desire to push her limits.
River opened with a backwards spinning roundhouse kick
at his head but Jorge just dropped under her arching
foot and swept her supporting leg with his foot. Only
her superb balance and pre-awareness allowed her to
spin in mid air to land in a crouch. She came back up
with a lotus kick and he responded with an arching
backwards summersault. River advanced with a series of
muy-thai punches, straight and scythe kicks but he just
faded like smoke before her onslaught dancing just out
of reach to the rhythm of the music. Once, she almost
caught him with a combination punch and roundhouse kick
but he turned a graceful cartwheel that caught her
behind the leg and sent her off on an awkward cartwheel
of her own.
She began to analyze the sound of the birimbau and she
realized that Inara was 'suggesting' various openings
and Jorge was creating tactical 'gaps' that were
dictating her attacks. River responded by trying to
goad Jorge. "Why don't you attack? You're the Maestre!"
She panted.
"Attack requires planning, you're a reader. You'd know
it before I did. I'm better off just responding to your
initiative, besides I'm just lazy." He grinned.
The sight of his grinning face and the light sheen of
his ebony skin vs. her reddening skin and dripping
sweat provoked her into launching a screaming flying
crane kick that switched from left to right foot in mid
flight. Jorge merely leaned to the side and his hand
appeared from out of nowhere to grab her ankle and send
her crashing to the deck.
The crew gasped but River caught herself on her out
spread fingers and toes, caporea style. "Excellent
save, little albatross!" The Maestre complemented her.
With a roar born of humiliation, rage and frustration,
she came off the deck in a ferocious head-butt aimed
squarely at Jorge's solar plexus. Instantly his ebony
six-pack turned into a padded brick wall as he tensed
his abdomen. River bounced off his mid-section to land
stunned and sitting on the deck rubbing her skull and
neck. "Ow, that really hurt!"
Everyone expected Simon to rush up in protective
outrage to comfort and defend his little sister;
instead he commented. "It serves you right, River." And
turning to Jorge he explained. "You don't know how many
times River did that to me when we were kids and she
lost her temper and knew I couldn't hit her back."
The hold erupted in laughter and Jorge announced:
"Magnificently played!" He then produced another bottle
of rum and passed it around to congratulatory toasts
from all. "I hereby give you the Caporea babtismo name
of 'Alcatrazista,' long may you fly!"
As they were leaving the hold, Simon noticed that Jorge
was limping. "Mr. Mayweather, were you injured back
there?"
"Please, just Jorge. No, this is just a souvenir of my
last encounter with bounty hunters. I caught a ricochet
and I was able to treat it but it's still lodged near
my femur."
Simon blanched and hauled Jorge into the infirmary.
"Ricochets are often jagged and that's near your
femoral artery."
Half an hour later, Jorge was lying face down and
prepped on the operating table while Simon was
administering a local into his spine and Inara was
assisting in the surgery.
Jorge looked over his shoulder. "Thanks for the local,
Doc. I don't trust being unconscious around Inara. The
last time I got drunk with her and her friends I woke
up painted green."
"Well it was St. Patrick's Day and you made a lovely
leprechaun."
"Is that why you painted my nuts gold?"
"Sure and begorra, every leprechaun needs a pot of gold
at the end of his rainbow. Oh look, we've gone and made
the Doctor blush!" Inara then apologized to Simon for
their rowdy companion humor. "After all, you come from
a refined background."
"I didn't have time for much but studies and later 16
hour shifts in the ER as an intern didn't leave much
time for anything but sleeping…alone!" Simon added.
After a tense silence, he managed to remove the jagged
bullet in one piece. Astonished, he remarked. "Maybe
you do have the luck of the Irish, half a millimeter
closer to your femoral and I'd be doing your autopsy
rather than stitching you up."
Jorge looked up "Maybe you could paint a bull's eye on
my butt, it might improve their shooting."
Inara laughed "With a butt that sticks out like yours,
who needs a bull's eye?"
Simon interrupted "When I was growing up, I thought
Companions were much more sophisticated than this. When
they came to our house, I thought they were so refined
and graceful. Every anniversary my parents would
contract a Companion and there were a few times I
secretly wished that I was the product of one of those
encounters."
Inara and Jorge just looked at each other.
The next day as he was recuperating, Jorge limped down
to the engine room where he found Kaylee lovingly
ministering to her 'girl' and fighting her endless
quest to keep her in the air and not on the drift.
Jorge offered to assist and they began to talk
spacecraft.
"You know, this takes me back, I practically grew up in
an engine room, I wasn't born in one but I do know that
I was conceived in an engine room." Jorge remarked
looking around the environs of Serenity's beating
heart.
Kaylee looked at him in surprise. "You mean…your
parents? I thought because I was turned on by engines
that it was just something that made me a freak."
"No Kaylee, in my family, being conceived in the engine
room was the mark of a real spacer, what we called a
boomer. As we saw it that type of start was lucky and
kept you from harm on the ship. We kids would sneak
through the ductwork to watch and I think that was the
beginning of my sexual education and my fascination
with the art and poetry of sex."
Kaylee laughed "I guess that I've been one of River's
instructional aids. But then again, it's gorram hard to
keep anything from that girl. I don't know why Simon
even tries but he's alla time looking over his shoulder
when we're lovin' and it's getting on my nerves. Course
he'd still have to know what he's doing. Gorramit!" as
a wrench slipped and she barked a knuckle.
As she sucked on her knuckle she looked at Jorge. "Say,
you're a Companion and a male, do you think you could
give Simon some pointers? I love him and all but as his
sister says, he's a boob when it comes to women n
sexin'."
"Of course, besides, I owe him my life now." Jorge
thought a while. "Aren't we putting down on New Kashmir
next week? I've got a cousin in Nuevo Bahia who was
going to shelter me in the restaurant he built after
the war. I'll borrow Inara's shuttle and take you two
to dinner."
"Really?" Kaylee replied "But me, 'hick girl', out with
two sophisticated core-worlders at a fancy restaurant?"
Jorge laughed "The Doc is just as lacking in social
graces as anyone else. He's just a nerd who spent all
his time fixing bodies the way you fix engines. And I'm
just an old boomer masquerading as a sophisticated
Companion. You'll do fine."
"But how's all this gonna improve Simon's sexin
skills?"
"Well, since Simon, like most surgeons is a visual-
kinesthetic learner, I doubt that anything I say will
have a chance to sink in without demonstration and
supervised practice. I'm afraid that once again you
will have to serve as an instructional aide.
Kaylee's eyes widened as the thought sank in. She
blushed and then grinned. "Shiny!" was all she said.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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